Title 10: What Happened Before

"Sakura…"

"Sasuke…"

"Sakura…"

"Sasu…mmhh…" My goodness, he was good kisser. Although, he was her first, Sakura was sure. To her, no one could surpass him. It was that tingling feeling so hard to describe that made her believe, he was the one.

"Oh…Mmmn…" She wiggled in his arms. The moment Sasuke released her lips to shower her neck with soft rippling kisses she went gaga with bliss. Idyllic sensation rushed up her chest, Sakura took a harsh intake of breath as his calloused hand ran up from her knee and slowly up her inner thigh. Parting it slightly, he tugged at the button of her jeans.

"Impatience now, aren't you?" Sakura let out a teasing comment as she nibbled his ear. Her arms draped loosely around his shoulders when Sasuke changed their position on the couch. They were now heating up the living room of his apartment.

It had been days after the incident at Shikamaru's apartment. Naruto never chugged that much beer in his life and Sasuke would know how alcohol would affect one's erec—either way. With Naruto throwing up his guts the next day and a few days of horrible flashbacks, revenge achieved. When the words got to Sakura, she was in a fit of laughter. All thanked to Sai. Because of that, she couldn't stop giggling whenever they tried to step up a level from their simple make-out and spoiled the mood until … today. Accident bloopers often became blanch for a while, especially the awkward ones.

"What do you think…?" Huskily, he answered her in the midst of eagerness. With the stress of the coming concerto and the recent regular unrequited attention from his girlfriend, Sasuke found it quite surprising how he still kept his collected visage when they were on dates or simply met each other on campus ground. Attacking her in the middle of the crowd was the last thing he wanted to do. Sigh. He surely sounded like a pervert who had been deprived of need. Then again, who in the right mind would think straight with this bundle of softness, beautifully exquisite woman.

"Hee…" Sakura had a goofy grin on her face from seeing Sasuke's fervent act. She too had been hoping for this moment. Sadly with her uncontrolled sense of humor, Sakura couldn't stop thinking about … she really needed to stop before another wave of laughter ruined their moment.

Their attires were a mess. Hairs were unkempt from the ravaging hands. Bruised lips hungered for more. They were enthusiastically aroused to the point of no return.

"M-more…" She wanted more. More kisses, mores touches, more caresses, more of everything that was he.

"Greedy much?" Playful words they exchanged. They had the whole night to themselves, why hurry now, he realized.

BAM BAM BAM—"Teme"—BAM BAM…

Naruto's voice pounded through the layer of his front door. In question, Sakura lifted her head to wonder why but Sasuke just ignored it and hoped the Dobe would leave soon.

BAM BAM BAM—"I know you're in there. I can see the light. Let me in."—BAM BAM…

His voice was desperate for some type of reply. Naruto pounded and clawed the door nonstop. Biting her lips, Sakura told Sasuke to go see what was going on. He replied that Naruto often went rampaging like that. The best friend like him knew, whatever the Dobe needed could wait.

Or for sometimes not…

BAM BAM BAM—"Open this F'in door! I need to use your bathroom!"—BAM BAM…

"What the fu-" Sasuke straightened up to leave Sakura as she reordered her clothes.

The moment he unlocked the door, Naruto rushed through and speed his way directly toward his bathroom. All while saying, "I'msosorry. Mytoiletgotcloggedup and Idranksomebadmilk. Oh! HiSakura-"

SLAM. The door slammed shut.

It was best for both of them to leave the complex since nothing could be continued with this situation. He was not going to let Sakura experience her first under this … 'Fuck you Dobe.' It had to be better, if not the best he could provide, even without candle light and rose.

Sasuke made a mental note in his mind to buy the most sanitized cleaner to purify his bathroom. Luckily, he had an extra bathroom in his bedroom.

"Ahaahhaaa…" Sakura found herself to be laughing copiously as they roamed the night street. Sasuke hopelessly sighed. It was going to be awhile again.

[Or not…]

With a loud bam and a hard thud, Garaa jumped from the sudden noises coming from a certain pianist neighbor's apartment.

"What?" The redhead architect intern wondered as he stood and stared at the wall of his bathroom. His hand held the toothbrush loosely from his opened mouth.

Another thundering loud crashed came forth. Quickly spitting out the foam, he washed this mouth and face clean. A quick jump in to the bathtub, his ear was up and pressed to the wall.

On the other side, whimpering of a familiar voice echoed through. Panic, Gaara waited to hear it clearer.

— "No…S-top...Not t-there…"—

That definitely sounded fishy.

—"Please don't…"—

'Don't what…?' He thought. Was there another person with her? The question answered when he heard.

—"EeeK!" —

—"I can't hold it anymore." —

Low rough dangerous voice eerily made the hair of his neck stood. 'A man?' His head back away, on the other side of the wall there was a crime committed. He was sure.

How did it happen? He didn't know. What to do was the question. But he must act quick. A girl's reputation was at stake. Sakura was always the endearing musician with magical talent that he adored. The melody she played helped him through the anxiety of work. How could such fate bestow on her? Her tangible soul would be crushed.

He shall rescue the girl. But how? Call the police? They would take too long and too much noise. Looking around his messy apartment of blueprints and books, the only valid weapon assessable was the metal t-square on his draft table.

Climbing over the balcony of his complex, Gaara kept balance on the side ledge of the building.

[…]

"T-the front-t…" Her broken voice told him the hook of her bra was in the front. Sakura was lost in the realm of pleasure even to care for the condition of the flimsy article. She actually rather wished he roughly ridden it like the way he had been handling her with excitement. It was rather thrilling.

But it paid with a price. The small table by the hallway was surely ruined.

Clumsily with shaking hands [overly exaggerated, but tis quite true], he unhooked the soft barrier from her skin. Two pale ample mounds uncovered. His eyes burned with lust at the revelation. Soft and smooth, it tingle his skin with indescribable measure.

"Sasuke…please." She urged him to move on. All was his fault to make her felt this arouse. It was painfully unbearable. Hotness spread from the abdomen of her body and controlled every reflexive nerve she had. Sasuke wasn't much in a better condition.

Thus, in hasten moment they were bare to the skin, equally flushed in anticipation. Safely tucked away within the safe cavern, no one was to intrude, or to interrupt.

Gently, he laid her down. Sweetly, he whispered in to her ear. Then with passionate caress, their lips sealed tight. Feverishly, tongues smothered in a sensational dance.

Her back curved deliciously. Toes curled tight. Slender legs clung to his waist as their body glided with vigorous friction.

"Ready?" He couldn't word a better question. How was he to think straight? Stopping the shallow movement, obsidian searched the half-lid hazy emeralds.

Shuddered, her hip quivered strangely. "Yesss…"

Reluctant, he didn't want to leave her side even if just for a few second, but he must. In order to retrieve the necessity, he must.

Searching for his pants that was tossed away somewhere before. He looked up to ask Sakura the where about of it. She sat groggily up on the bed and laughed.

"I think I threw it off in the living room somewhere." She giggled at his reaction. Her hand pulled the comforter around to cover her body.

"Sak…" Making it harder for him now, he scratched his neck, stood in all the glory of his godly body, and strolled out. Suddenly Sakura's hand held his and he turned back to see nervous emeralds looking up.

"Uhm..." She sidetracked her eyes toward the drawer of her lamp table. Didn't know how but Sasuke just took a jab at what she tried to tell him. With a smirk, he pulled the drawer out and behold… "Sak…why…" Sasuke stood and looked at the inner drawer with amusement.

"I didn't know which one to buy …" Embarrassed she hid her face with her palms.

Couldn't hold back a chuckle, Sasuke looked through the pile and found the right one. He never used the magnum size, but surely 'small' wasn't going to fit, definitely sure. Just to be safe, the regular would always suffice. Then again, judging from how long she had made him wait, the magnum packet seemed inevitable …

"…!"

Now here came the moment of almost every male's fantasy. Well for Sasuke's, that was.

Tiny hand reached out to poke his throbbing tip. A wash of electric amp jolted his spine at the sudden touch. Staring at the mischievous girl, Sasuke sworn he almost burst right then when she pressed the tip and said. "Should I put it on for you?"

His eyes twitched for a moment. Flabbergasted, he stood appalled. "Uh…" He uttered.

"But I don't know how to. So…" She pulled back her hand and bit her lip. Sasuke groaned at the sight. A torturer she was. Did Sakura even know how much suffering he was in?

"Wah." In a flash, Sasuke was back on the bed. Grabbing Sakura's body with his free hand, he sat in front of her.

"Then I'll show you." He gave her a chaste kiss as his hand led hers in the right direction.

Blushing mad, her face and body was red, boiling hot. Eyes tightly closed. Her tummy blocked up with butterflies fluttering wildly. It made her felt strangely unnerving but she didn't want to stop.

"Sakura. You're not going to know how if you close your eyes like that." He leaned forward, plastering her palm over his package to let her feel that pulsating adrenaline pumping his veins.

Slowly, with one eye and the other, she built up enough courage to fully open her eyes. Green emeralds, intensely stared. But her body was tensed up as a solid rock.

Chuckled, Sasuke really didn't know how smoothly the night was going to end but as of right then, it was quite something.

"Here." The packet was rip, he show her the circular elastic. Shaking, she held the pliable object in hand. "Hold the tip and place it over … yea…" His voice was losing from the touch. Sasuke started to fear how long he was going to hold it. "mm…Then just roll it down…" His stomach tightened, heaving a harsh breath, Sasuke agonizingly endured through as Sakura slowly, really slowly rolled down the length of his.

"Ah it's done!" She sounded accomplish.

"No… It's just the beginning." "Offft." With that, Sakura found her body back on the mattress and Sasuke hovering above.

His hand ran up and down her bare thighs, gently spreading it to nuzzle his hip in between.

"Sakura, Sakura, Sakura…" Her name numerously repeated.

Crash!!!

"???" Everything stopped, even their breathing. Both head whipped up toward the direction of the sound. It appeared to be one of her plant pot out in the balcony.

What was going on? Then at the sound of the sliding door open. Sakura panicked. Her eyes glanced up to Sasuke and his were the same as hers. He was in the middle of …

--"Sakura!"—A familiar voice came out to call her.

In a rush, she pushed Sasuke off and pulled the cover with her to the hallway.

"Garaa? What are you doing there?" Sakura clutched a blanket around her naked body to look at the flustered man, pondering why he had climbed over from his balcony to hers. While Sasuke was silently pounding the bed inside, his mind screamed bloody frustration. They were so close. So so close.

Stuttering, he answered. "I ... I ... I heard weird noises ... I thought... uh... uhm." Awkward, he stood with a metal T-square in hand. Garaa thought he was going to use it to vend off unwanted intruder. But seeing the trail of clothing in the doorway, and a sight of the unharmed girl, he remembered. She had a boyfriend. Yugito was complaining about it a while ago. With a sigh, Gaara needed some break off work.

"Oh." Blushing madly, she knew what he was talking about. Mentally face-palmed, she should have locked the balcony door.

[…]

After an embarrassing moment later, Sasuke in his boxer and Sakura in his tee-shirt plopped back down on the bed. An instant of silent, they lay there in stillness. The poor contraceptive was unused and trashed.

Then…

"AHAHAAAA…" It couldn't be helped. Sakura just didn't know what other way to hide her amusement of the situation. Sasuke surely didn't seemed amused. But seeing Sakura like that, he found it hard to hold grudges.

"Sakura…" Helpless, he turned to pull the giggling girl in to his arms. They hardly ever had any luck with the right location and time.

Oh well. As long as they were side by side, tightly in the warm embrace of each other arms. It was good enough. Suuure…

Suddenly, Sasuke's eyes shot open. Why they did stop now that the problem was over? He lifted his head and looked down.

Sakura was already deep asleep.

'Damn it.'

0-0-0-0-0-0-0

'It has been so long.' Finally, she had returned from being out of the country for years. Red heels clicked the pavement ground. Slender fingers pulled the suitcase behind. Her red orbs hidden behind a pair of sunglasses to cover her sensitive orbs from the morning sun.

"Karin." A man in his mid-fifty called her name with an accent. His hair was white and his face was frail.

"Yes. Maestro." Karin flipped her red head around to smile her ruby lips.

"I'm going to visit a friend of mine. You may go to the hotel and rest and we'll meet the others at the symphony hall by lunch." He gave the attendants the rest of his luggage and entered a different taxi.

Waving goodbye to her teacher, Karin didn't feel a bit tired at all.

"Take my luggage to the hotel and check everything in along with Maestro. I'll be there before ten to dress up." She ordered the woman who was hired for the trip. Her name? It was the least of important. "Hey. Be careful with that case." It contained the most valuable things in her life. The music sheets and his violin.

"But Karin, you only have about an hour. Where are you going?"

"It doesn't matter to you. I will be back." Then she proceeded to step in to the taxi and sped away, leaving a poor soul by the airport gate.

"Yanaka Cemetery" She told him, the driver. Sitting back, Karin pulled her glasses down. 'I've return.'

"Wow. Karin. You're a real talent with this."

"Hahaaa. Grandpa, look what else I can do."

Cheerful, she was eight. Day and night, her schedule was tight with practice.

All because she wanted to be the best, to be just like him.

The greatest pianist

"I'm going to be just like you. I'll win the junior competition and study abroad."

"I know you can do it."

"So get better grandpa. I want you to see me play on the big stage."

Hating the tear running down her cheeks, she wiped it carelessly then covered her eyes again with the glasses. Standing before the two years old grave, she stood in deep regret. It was that same day, the day of her first performance. He was gone. He couldn't wait to see her.

[...]

"This is Karin Saionji. My student."

"I'm Tsunade Senju. The principal of Konoha Academy of Music." The blonde busty woman gave a sly smile at the young up rising pianist. In the back of her head, she wondered about the skill of this girl and the pink hair prodigy in her school. What would happen if they clashed? Maybe it would spark some competitiveness in that pink head of hers.

"It's an honor to meet you. I've heard a lot about your school." Karin returned the gesture.

'Hm…' "Orochimaru. Quite a student you have. If only those brats at my school would be like this." Tsunade scoffed.

The pale man made a motion to cover his lips. "You're being modest there. I've heard you got quite a handful of geniuses. Then again, Karin is quite impressive even at her young age. I don't blame you for thinking that way…" A smirk he gave. They looked after the wandering body of her as she talked among with the other musicians.

Always being competitive, Tsunade wanted to smack his head into the piano. "Well. I guess your student is also being invited to play for the concerto?"

"Also?" Orochimaru raised his eyes brow.

"Haahaa… I didn't come here just look around."

"I thought you came to drink these free wines."

"Hmp." Blood boiled. "A student of mine was invited. Sasuke Uchiha. I bet you've heard of him. The kid you tried to take as your student years ago?" Points earned.

"Ah yes. Poor Poor. That child. He had such a talent to become a great pianist."

"You're teaching skill… never mind. I take that back. He surely wasn't interest in your lack of teaching skill."

Ho Ho Ho. Silently with smirking eyes, she gracefully sipped the wine glass in hand. "Oh lookie. Speaking of the devil."

Lavished from head to toe, Sasuke was charismatic as ever with his stance. In a dark trouser and white shirt with black tie, most feminine eyes were on him, gluing to him. Ruby ones weren't that different.

"Sasuke, over here. Have you met the conductor?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'm sure you know Mr. Orochimaru. His student will also play in the concerto."

Sasuke stood and pondered for a while. "… yes." He thought so. Where had he met him? The pale face and weird body posture was oddly familiar. "!" 'The creepy snake freak!!!!' Or so, the way Naruto used to call him. Sasuke remembered meeting the man when he was younger.

"It's an honor to see you again." He greeted in his monotone voice, shook hands and turned to Tsunade. "I have to go now. The conductor told me, there'll be a meeting at the school so I'll talk to him more later then."

"Very well. This is only social. You can go." She waved him away. "Such a busy kid." And gloated to the man standing beside her. Nostalgic it was. They were missing another body to complete the trio.

[…]

"Sasuke!!"

His step out of the building was stopped. Turning around, Sasuke met up with a girl in a black dress.

"Hey." Karin stopped. "Long time no see." She huffed a little from running after him.

"Yes. Long time." He stood to look down at the mature face of the girl he spent a few of his summer vacation with in Europe, years ago. "Kahrin?" He searched for her name.

"Yes." She beamed. Did not bother to correct the way he said her name, not then, not seven years ago.

"Ah. Four … five years?" He asked in respond. Sasuke had stopped going to Europe ever since senior year. It was vaguely in his mind.

"Quite long isn't it." She smiled.

"Hn."

"I couldn't believe to meet you on my first day back. This is such a coincident. What were you doing here?" She couldn't control her excitement. Karin thought she would had to spend days looking for him.

"I was meeting up with the Conducto-"

"Are you playing for the concerto too?" He nodded. "Me too!! I was also invited."

"Hn. It'll be nice to hear you play again during practice." He looked at his watch. "But I have to go now. Later."

"Oh. Y-Yes…See you." She bowed. Flustered, her face scowled her stupidity for not asking for his contacts. But surely, they would meet again more often.

0-0-0-0-0-0-0

"Laaaaaaate!!!"

"Sakura Haruno! Stop running!" Kurenai of the flute department raised her attendant book after the girl. It was like a weekly routine. One day or two out every week, she would see this pink blob dashed through her classroom. Literally, through her classroom, from the door she would climb through the window.

"Gah." 'Why must both classes be at two completely different side of the school?' Running like a bullet train, she ran with inhuman strength. Once again, overly exaggerated but, she was really running out of her breath.

"Sak-" "Can't talk. I'm late." Ino was left in the dust. Scratching her head, she wondered where the pinkette was running to since they both had the same afternoon class. And today, the class was cancel because Guy sensei had an appointment to attend. Rumor had it; he was going to a matchmaking date. Well, he sure needed it.

"Tche. She'll figure out." Rolling her eyes, Ino walked to the library for some naptime.

[…]

"Huff. Huff. Huff." Catching her breath, Sakura walked through the hallway toward the class. In question why she hadn't heard Guy-sensei lecturing about the joy of music to the soul. His voice should have echoed to the base of the staircase.

Lost, she stood in front of an empty classroom. "Today is Thursday. Gah. Class's canceled." Then remembered she just saw Ino. Sakura wanted to smash her head against the wall. Been practicing endless hours, she had lost her mind. 'I really need to keep an agenda.'

Now that the last class was out of schedule, the whole day was free. Back to the practice room for her, Sakura just couldn't be separated from the piano. "I'll just wait until Senpai's done with his meeting." She pouted. Nevertheless was happy for him.

Sakura recalled how Sasuke was telling her about the conference with the conductor last week. Even though his face wasn't showing much interest, she could tell. He was excited. It was cute to see him looking at the date of the concerto everyday on the calendar.

"Hm…maybe I should do something special … a gift?" Coming up with ideas, she suddenly was overwhelmed with so many things that she should do.

In trance, she walked through the courtyard toward the auditorium.

From far away, footsteps advanced toward her location. Then with a turn around a corner, they met. Pink and red clashed.

"It was very generous of Tsunade-sensei to let me borrow the practice room. You know I still get iffy practicing … in an elaborate place. A simple classroom is a better suitable place. That meeting sure was boring. Wasn't it Sasuke. What else are you going to do tod-"

'Karin?' Sakura stood in shock. The red head girl from seven years ago was standing before her. She wore an expensive looking outfit. Her image, feminine with the maturity of a young grown woman.

'Sakura?' Karin never forgot that hue. A quick look up and down, she surveyed her simple outfit. The stack of note book in hand. Pink hair was in a braid. A little kid, she wasn't much different.

It was like the past coming back. Sakura didn't know why. But meeting face to face with Karin again after so long, even though she was more mature and looked different, that same gaze made Sakura plunged back to the time she was young, years ago. That feeling of phobic, scare of being left alone in the dark haunted her mind. Staggered, she was like a rock.

'The pink freak.' She never once regretted her action. Karin stood with posture. It didn't surprise her that Sakura would attended such prestigious music college since her skill wasn't of the ordinary. Smirking, her red lips thinned.

"How have you been? Sakura? It had been a long time." Her voice was malleable, gentle with bitterness. Her red rimmed glassed was push up the bridge of her structured nose. From the look of the frozen girl, she knew Sakura remembered her well, possibly imprinted her image into her mind.

Lowly, she whispered under her breath. "K-karin." Sakura didn't even notice the person who escorted the red-head. "I'm been fine." She answered. Her voice quivered uncontrollably.

"You two know each other." Feeling out of place, Sasuke spoke up. And Karin was the first to reply.

"Oh yes. We used to be neighbors and she was like a little sister to me. We even study under the same music teacher." Smiling, she turned to Sasuke. "Isn't it right, Sakura?" Ruby eyes glanced at the pinkette.

"…" Nodding her head, her promise to her parents was kept.

Sasuke was confused. Wait? Wasn't Karin supposed to be … but how was Kahrin … "Sak?" Sasuke was worried from seeing how his girlfriend was acting weird. Her gloomy expression turned worst by the second. He took a few steps toward her.

"Oh. Senpai?" Now she noticed him. Quickly looking from Karin to Sasuke, she stuttered. "Y-yes. Karin was."

'Karin?' He looked back at the red-head girl. "Wait. Is your name Karin or Kahrin?" He was truly confused, nearly feeling stupid. Sasuke thought it was always how her name was pronounced. Never would he reflect it was the same person.

Her hand waved in 'it doesn't matter' manner. "They're the same. I'm used it …" She thought of it as a nickname from him. "So you know Sakura too." Hearing the way she addressed him as 'Senpai'. They must be classmate. There was possibly no way, Sasuke would be interest in … sigh, well for the lack of word, an unappealing girl.

"Yes." Sasuke step forth toward the girl. The next action made Karin fumed. Seeing his arm draped around her shoulder. Karin reevaluated the relationship between them.

"She's my girlfriend."

"Heh?" For a moment, she thought she heard wrong. Then the sight of Sasuke pulled Sakura to his chest and leaned down to her ear, Karin silently gripped her skirt. 'Why… How.' Her chest tightened. Throat was arid. Her teeth clenched tight. "Wow. The world sure is small." She smugly laughed.

"Hn." Sasuke kept a tight hold of Sakura. After asking if she was well, her only reply was a nod and that clearly was not true. "The tour around the school is basically done. If you like to practice the piano, the classes are opened between ten am and noon then five pm and til eight pm. And I'm sorry but you have to excuse me. Sakura isn't feeling well." He grabbed the small hand of his girlfriend.

Karin looked at Sasuke in surprise and Sakura wasn't any different. Shock emeralds looked up to him dumbfounded.

"Wait, senpai… I didn-… wah??" Before she could retaliate, Sasuke already pulled her out of the sight of Karin.

Ruby orbs watched as the backs of the couple disappeared. Narrowing her eyes, she glared forth. Why? Back then and until that very moment, why must she always take away anything precious that righteously belonged to her.

Karin was first.

Karin was always the first.

Studyfirst under the maestro was she. Meeting Sasukefirstwas still she.

How was it that the wrenched girl got everything when she clearly was the second one?

"Sasuke. This is 'Ka-rin'." A broken Japanese accent introduced the two teenagers with each other. After the butler left, she sat down next to him.

"Hi." Red eye innocently gazed at the boy, his face was gorgeous. "That was really beautiful. What you just played." She informed him. The music of his violin was heart whelming.

"Hn." Sasuke shuffled in his seat looking at the lake. "Thanks." His dark menace eyes deeply stared in to space. "What you played yesterday in the music hall was nice too. Kahrin." He picked up his violin once again.

Karin was too enthralled by the music to even speak up the correction of her name.

It was like that for two summers. In the mansion of her first Maestro's home, she met him.

Ah. I brought Karin back. Just like in any cliché love drama XD… The name thing. In all honesty, it happened to me once. I mispronounced someone's name and in result talking about that person to another one. We were freaking out for a moment because of the similarity. Until a while later, we found out that we had been gossiping about the same person. It was quite embarrassing on my part. O///o The joy of having an accent.

Anyway, hello guys. How are you? I hope my recent action didn't bring much confusion and troubles to you. As stated on my profile. I am doing a major renovation project. And MOML was the first to be edited. It took me a few days. But I'm done. And I'm happy with the result. Sorry, I'm not very good with grammar, still. But I am trying my best to better my writing skill. And Thank You so much for reading my stories and still loving it. [McDonald's theme song. Cute but not on my menu]

I really love your reviews and it brought a lot of inspiration to me. Always help me write more and more. Well now, until next time.

CHAPTER 11 PREVIEW: It Doesn't Hurt, Yet

"Sakura give up. You can't win. Not against me." Karin strode around the girl. "Look at you." She emphasized on the immaturity of her look, her personality, and of course… her body. "It just like before. In the end. What's mine will be mine."

Biting her lips, Sakura clenched the hem of her shirt tight. Releasing it, she straight forwardly said. "I don't care what happen, until when Senpai say it. I will not give him up. I believe in him." Taking a deep breath, she finalized. "And he's not yours."

"Keep saying that. If it makes you sleep better at night."